I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 77 The Dream of the Iron Corpse
Song Boyu was a little scared, but he was even more grateful to the old man Wu Yan.

"If you see Mr. Wu, you must thank him properly. I just don't know why he gave me such a good treasure? It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I'll go back to the ground first."

Song Boyu, who was covered in blood, slowly climbed up from the corridor of the secret room. When he finally climbed to the floor of the library, he took a deep breath.

He covered the exit of the corridor with a stone slab with a relief of a stone tiger, re-sealed the secret room, and then went to the yard to get water from the well to wash his body and clothes, and clean the blood on the floor of the library.

After working for more than half an hour, Song Boyu changed into clean training clothes, packed up the tattered clothes and carried them on his back, then locked the door of the martial arts hall and returned home at night.

Along the way, Uncle Song frowned and thought in his heart: "This evil baby is really difficult and terrifying.

If it weren't for the pure yang essence and the true meaning of killing, which were extremely restrained by the weirdness of these monsters and monsters, and if it weren't for Mr. Wu's puppet, I would probably be killed silently by this thing.

This kind of spirit body transformed from resentment directly attacks the human soul, but does harm to the body easily.

If you want to defend yourself, you must strengthen your soul. This type of martial arts secrets can be found in Wen Xiaoxian's historical scenes, namely "The Art of Concentrating Mind Like Gold" and "The Art of Gathering Mind Like Stone".

They all use the essence to warm and nourish the soul, and finally condense a layer of gold shell or stone skin on the soul, so as to resist various soul injuries.

However, if you want to warm the Yang Soul, you must reach the realm of foundation building, which cannot be achieved overnight. "

Thinking of this, Song Boyu frowned even more and murmured in a low voice: "The four major realms of body refining are firmness and softness, inner strength, divine power and foundation building.

Strength and softness are the continuous exercises of the muscles and muscles, which can ultimately mobilize the strength of the whole body and achieve a combination of hardness and softness.

Internal strengthening is the integration of essence and viscera to strengthen the viscera and ultimately achieve longevity.

The divine power is to open up the sea of ​​qi, open up the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve normal meridians, and then open up the scattered meridians of the limbs and bones, ultimately forming a great circulation of human essence and energy throughout the sky, and using the essence to strengthen the body to gain extraordinary strength and speed.

Foundation building is the level where after the divine power is perfected, the physical body is strong to a certain extent, the surging energy rushes into the Niwan Palace, opens the divine door to nourish the divine soul, and finally the divine soul is strong enough to attract the spirit into the soul and into the body.

The so-called foundation building, to put it bluntly, is to build the foundation of Tao.

If I want to refine my soul, I have to break through to the foundation-building realm as soon as possible. Otherwise, if I encounter the six-day ghost or the evil cultivator again, my soul will become my biggest weakness. "

Although he was very worried, Song Boyu also knew that there was no need to rush. Opening up the remaining veins would be a difficult task, and it was said that the step of opening the divine gate after the divine power was perfected was also extremely difficult.

After a while, Song Boyu had already walked home.

Xiuniang had already prepared the meal. When she saw Song Boyu coming back, her uneasy expression suddenly turned into a calm smile: "Brother, you are finally back. Don't go home so late in the future. The meal has been warmed three times." "

The night was hazy and Xiu Niang couldn't see clearly. When Song Boyu came closer, she saw that his face was pale and his neck was injured.

Xiu Niang quickly helped Song Boyu sit down and took a look at his training uniform. He found that his body was covered with injuries.

Tears welled up instantly and rolled in Xiuniang's eyes. She said in a deep voice: "Who did it?"

"These are just superficial injuries. They will be fine in a few days." Song Boyu pulled Xiuniang to sit down and briefly told Xiuniang what she had just experienced:
"...Anyway, that's it. I was able to survive this time because of the puppet given by Uncle Wu. The puppet he gave you must be carried close to you every day."

Xiu Niang was both scared and angry: "Brother, never enter such a secret room casually in the future. If you really die there, I won't even be able to collect the body!

The strange disappearance of Xun Feipeng's father may also be related to the secret room. However, let's not delve into this matter. I think this matter may be deeply involved. "

Song Boyu nodded. Of course he knew that this matter was deeply involved. Hidden behind the scenes was the evil cultivator with a ghost face and a corpse.

But in this case, there is no need to tell Xiu Niang, lest she be frightened.

"I understand the seriousness, don't worry. If Uncle Wu comes back, we must thank him properly. With everything that has happened recently, it's best to ask him for advice. Uncle Wu is no ordinary person."

The two had a conversation, and after eating, Xiuniang urged Song Boyu to go back to bed and recuperate.

Song Boyu also wanted to study the gray bubbles he had just obtained to see if he could get any useful clues or knowledge, so he went to bed early.

The silver light in the heart was flowing, and Song Boyu in his sleep entered the dream of the waning moon again.

The silver moonlight shone down, illuminating everything around it.

He was suspended in mid-air, with a reddish bubble, three bright white bubbles and a dull gray bubble beside him.

That gray bubble was a bit cold, giving Song Boyu a completely different feeling from other bubbles.

Song Boyu observed it for a while and decided to touch the gray bubble as usual.

Like mist dispersing, the gray mist instantly covered the entire dream. Song Boyu felt like the world was spinning and he lost consciousness instantly.

He felt very dark, and there was deathly silence around him. If it weren't for the faint sound of voices, he would have thought that he had sunk into boundless darkness.

Completely different from the previous bubbles, Song Boyu was not reincarnated as a baby this time.

He was a highly decomposed corpse, lying on the altar, and a pale young man was manipulating spiritual energy not far away, pouring it into his rotten body.

After an unknown amount of time, he gradually stood up, and his rotting body actually grew black fleshy buds again, as hard as steel.

The pale young man seemed a little regretful and shook his head:

"This is the strongest zombie I have made. It is as strong as iron, as strong as a demon, and faster than a tiger or leopard. It is no problem to fight against the spirit-guiding monks.

It's a pity that it is not a monk's body after all, and it is difficult to produce corpse jade. It has little growth potential, and it is even more difficult to refine a bronze corpse to protect the Tao. "

This seems to be an underground cave that was transformed into a cave by the Ghost-Faced Man. There are actually hundreds of "people" living here, like an underground town.

It's a pity that these "people" are not real people, but a group of zombies.

Since his birth, Iron Corpse has become the leader of the zombies. Under the command of the pale-faced young man, he relies on his ignorant wisdom to build this place and manage the zombies.

At first, the white-faced young man paid great attention to Iron Corpse.

Time passed slowly, and the white-faced young man gradually became older. During this period, there was a kind-faced man with a broad body and a fat body who often came to this underground cave.

Iron Corpse knew that the two were brothers.

Later, both the fat man and the white-faced young man put on the evil ghost's crying and laughing face, and more and more iron corpses were refined, and they paid less and less attention to this earliest iron corpse.

(End of this chapter)